Ji Yan snapped, "Why are you still doing this?! Are you trying to die?!"
Shen Jiao remained still.
Although she couldn't fathom the tyrant's thoughts, she had some understanding of his temperament. If he really wanted to kill his little brother, he would have done so long ago.
Not bad, not bad, you've improved. Now you even wait a bit before killing someone.
"Duang!"
"Duang!"
Unable to bear it any longer, the Dragon Shadow Guard spoke up: "Your Majesty, he really didn't kowtow, he kowtowed to his buttocks... his buttocks."
Ji Yan: "..."
Shen Jiao: "..."
What an honest child who is good at discovering, daring to innovate, and willing to challenge authority.
If this continues, I'm afraid I really won't be able to persuade Princess Ji. Shen Jiao quickly coughed twice: "She seems to have a stubborn temper. Take her away."
The Dragon Shadow Guards were astonished to see that the tyrant did not stop them.
Miss Shen is truly remarkable; she managed to save the same person twice from His Majesty's clutches.
How exactly did they do it?
The Dragon Shadow Guards took away their honest little brother who had racked his brains to come up with a new way to beg for mercy.
Shen Jiao was satisfied.
It's finally quiet down.
Ji Yan's style of doing things has always been quick, accurate, and ruthless, showing no mercy. He pretended to punish Shen Jiao by pinching her upturned nose.
Shen Jiao: Do whatever you want! Do whatever you want, my nose was naturally horizontal!
Seeing that she was acting innocent after getting the benefit, Ji Yan bit her delicate wrist.
Shen Jiao: "!!?" Why is he so proud of being a dog?
She began to recall whether there were any chives or garlic in her lunch.
Ji Yan sneered: "Don't think I can't see through your tricks."
"Your Majesty is wise." Shen Jiao smiled warmly.
Ji Yan remained calm, and after the hamster with its ruffled fur played around for a while, it finally forgot about the hurt its nose had caused.
Then he turned and asked in a cold voice, "Who's blocking my way?"
For some reason, Shen Jiaosong felt that these four words should be changed to "Who would come looking for death?"
"Your Majesty, it is Marquis Anbo," the Dragon Shadow Guard replied.
Ji Yan said with a gloomy face, "It seems that I have been away from the royal city for too long."
Shen Jiao pondered, "Wait a minute, wasn't it said that the original owner's cheap father was a good-for-nothing who sponged off his parents?"
This piece of trash dares to brazenly and blatantly stage an accident to extort money from a tyrant in full view of everyone. He seems quite audacious.
He's just not very smart.
This shows that Shen Qingye is the biological son.
Shen Jiao then thought about it again.
Could it be that Anbo Hou, after sponging off his parents for so long, realized that he was still salvageable at his age, and thus decided to abandon the family's revival and instead develop a scamming ring?
After all, if you round it up, you'll find that's the age limit for this position.
Ji Yan endured too much in her childhood, and after she grew up, she unleashed her pent-up emotions wildly, and then she couldn't stop.
Faced with the Marquis of Anbo coming to his door looking for a beating, his already terrible temper flared up even more rapidly.
Ji Yan pointed her long, pale finger into the air: "Kill them all, kill them all for me."
Shen Jiao: "...No, Your Majesty."
At the same time, a tense and fearful voice suddenly rang out from outside.
"Your Majesty, please calm down! Your Majesty, please calm down!"
...
The tyrant's return to the capital was a momentous event that required careful handling. The imperial carriage was forced to stop and could not move forward, a scene never before witnessed.
Who dares to stop a tyrant? Isn't this just a sign that they don't want to live anymore?
Merchants in the surrounding area and even several miles away were stunned. They didn't even care about their stalls. Some stood there dumbfounded, while others fled in panic, losing their shoes in the process.
As for those who make a living by eating, forget about them, saving your life is more important.
Given the tyrant's temperament, this street will likely be awash in blood again today.
Instead of street vendors, the merchants who own shops close their doors as quickly as possible, leaving only a slit open so they can eavesdrop on gossip while ensuring their personal safety.
The crowd dispersed considerably, and the bustling streets suddenly became much quieter. The once prosperous and magnificent capital city instantly became lifeless.
A series of chaotic footsteps sounded unusually clear at this moment. There were more than a dozen guards on both sides, and the man in the middle was about middle-aged, dressed in a gorgeous robe that accentuated his nobility.
His steps were hurried and he seemed a little flustered. The onlookers sighed inwardly, wondering if the Marquis of Anbo had brought his own bodyguards to bolster his reputation, as if he was worried that not enough people had died.
The group walked around the first few carriages and stopped three meters away from the imperial carriage.
They all completed the actions in unison, their legs went weak, and their knees buckled.
Marquis Anbo, his voice weak and not very loud, cried out, "Your Majesty, please calm down! Your Majesty, please calm down!"
Shen Jiao thought to herself, what exactly does this cheap father of the original owner want? If there's something to say, it should be said in the court. How can he have the nerve to ask for calm down when he's blocking the emperor's way?
The man inside the carriage was a cruel, ruthless, and capricious tyrant. The common people who were secretly watching the commotion and the group of people who couldn't run away in time didn't know what the Marquis of Anbo's family was up to. The tyrant hadn't actually lost his temper, but he still managed to stop them and make them furious. This was like pulling teeth from a tiger's mouth and playing with fire!
Everyone was very dissatisfied, but they could only kneel down as well, not daring to utter a sound, as if they were cowardly little nobodys.
Everyone knelt down. The remaining tyrant's henchmen felt that not kneeling would make them seem unconventional and rebellious. So, Shen Jiao lifted the carriage curtain slightly and looked out, only to see a whole group of them kneeling down.
Shen Jiao was stunned.
Is this what the lifestyle in the entertainment industry is really like?
She had long hair but little experience; she had never seen such a pretentious scene before. The pretense was so exaggerated that, to be honest, she couldn't quite handle it.
Hearing the commotion, Shen Qingcheng and Shen Qingfeng, though unsure of their father's intentions, still knelt beside Marquis Anbo.
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